Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed until the end of the game. They begged to stay because Professor Mcgonagall kept urging them to go to the temporary tent for treatment.
"I'm fine, Professor Mcgonagall," Harry said.
Harry said. At this time, he took the white essence from Hermione's hand and applied it to his wound. The bleeding quickly stopped.
Professor Mcgonagall pursed her lips and stared at him for a while. Harry quickly lowered his head and recited a healing spell. It was one of the spells he had learned. Professor Heip had hinted that some of the spells would be used as a standard for the new school year. He felt his wound itch and couldn't help but reach out to touch it. Professor Mcgonagall looked at him sternly again. He had to put his hand down. Ron laughed.
"Well, after the game, you … you have to go to Madame Pomfrey for a check-up."
Professor Mcgonagall said. She glanced at Ron and Hermione. Except for the dirt on their bodies and faces, they didn't look injured at all.
Professor Mcgonagall left after Harry repeatedly assured her. At this time, Harry found that his wound had tightened.
"I've never found such a useful spell," Harry said in surprise.
"Oh, this spell can only treat some small wounds. If you plan to become a healer in the future, you'll find that there are too many things to learn," Hermione said as she stuffed the bottle of white essence into her pocket.
"Who wants to be a healer?"
Ron muttered. He noticed that Ron and Hermione were both looking at him. "I mean, you have to face a lot of strange cases every day … I should have told you that Bill had a pen pal in Brazil when he was in school. Because he couldn't afford to travel, the pen pal sent him a hat with a curse … In short, his ears were wrinkled worse than a house elf's. His mother had to take him to the hospital … I was only five or six years old at the time, but Saint Mungo left a deep impression on me."
He frowned and an expression of disgust appeared on his face.
"… A wizard with an extra arm on his chest, a witch who could only jump around like a kangaroo — it's strange that there are no kangaroos in England!
I still remember an unlucky guy whose chest was pierced by some animal. The wound kept bleeding, and when the healer cleaned him, the smell was terrible … "
Harry and Hermione listened with some discomfort.
When the competition was over, Professor Mcgonagall's dignified eyes immediately looked over. Before the three of them could react, she suddenly appeared next to them as if she had used Phantom Transfiguration, and they immediately went to the temporary tent obediently.
"Potter," Harry turned his head and heard Professor Mcgonagall say to them, "Weasley, Granger … You did a great job!"
She pursed her lips and said in a surprisingly gentle voice, "Go to the tent, Madame Pomfrey is waiting for you … Maybe you can come back before the judges give your scores."
As they passed by the stands, the crowd enthusiastically shouted their names. A huge arm hung down from the platform. It was Hagrid. He said excitedly, "You did it!
That's great, you faced the fiercest Hungarian tree wasps — "
Harry, Ron, and Hermione smiled and took turns to high-five Hagrid. Ron said lightly, "Oh … Actually, it wasn't that difficult …"
At the temporary wooden gate, Sirius excitedly rushed up and hugged them.
"You're the best team I've ever seen!"
…
At the same time, there was a heated discussion at the judges' table on the high platform. The seven judges exchanged opinions on the performance of the six teams.
"Isn't the Swedish Short-Nosed Dragon a little too weak?" Kakarov questioned.
"No —" Bargman retorted, "You saw it!
Its flame melted the special chain of the Dragon Farm. It's the strongest of the fire dragons … Felix, you're the security officer, so you can see the best from the high platform. You say something! "
He looked at Felix. As the last line of defense, although Felix didn't have the right to give scores, he was pulled over in the name of "providing details that others can't see."
"Actually, other than the Hungarian Wasp, the other five fire dragons are pretty much the same." Felix scratched his chin and said, "If I have to compare them, the Swedish Short-Nosed Dragon is one of the stronger ones. At least, its flames are extremely hot … What I see is that everyone in the team has completed their respective tasks well."
"Cedric Diggory's weather magic made the fire dragon irritable and irrational. This can be seen from the fact that it chose to disperse the rain clouds instead of attacking the warriors when it broke free from its shackles … Roger Davis's timing was also very clever. His Phantom Spell wasn't very good. In order to avoid being discovered, he didn't do much in the early stage, but his role in the team was crucial —"
Felix smiled and said, "He was the bugle call to save the situation and launch the general attack."
"If the fire dragon went crazy and attacked Diggory, Davis had to stand up decisively to stop it, and what happened in reality was also praiseworthy. He activated the Black Thorn when the fire dragon just flew off the ground … Excellent Growth Spell … As for Collins Foley, she didn't do much, but you should be able to see the patience, courage, and trust she showed in the whole game. She squatted under the feet of the Swedish Short-Nosed Dragon for at least two minutes. If there was a slight accident in the middle, she might not have been able to run away."
The judges present were not lacking in judgment. Felix was just telling the truth.
They quickly finished their discussion and were about to give their scores when Felix suddenly spoke up. "The purpose of the competition is to select the most outstanding little adepts from different schools and have them compete on the same stage, participate in training, and hope that they will display the courage that all adepts value in difficult missions. Judges, I suggest that each judge give a few comments when giving a specific score. That way, the warriors will know their strengths and weaknesses."
The judges looked at each other.
"Wouldn't it be too time-consuming?"
Bagman said blankly, "We didn't arrange this process … But, it's not impossible …"
"As the headmaster, I certainly hope to see the warriors gain something in this year," Dumbledore said with a smile.
Fogy looked at the other judges with a hesitant expression. "What do you think?"
"That's a good idea," Madam Maxim said. She didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, she welcomed it very much.
"I also agree with this proposal. The students of Vaguardo should know their shortcomings. The same mistake can't be made twice."
Headmaster Vaguardo, the skinny witch, said. She sat cross-legged on a flying carpet, as if she had walked out of a comic book.
In fact, the British Ministry of Magic had banned the production and sale of flying carpets, but she was only using it for herself, and she was a foreigner, so Fogy pretended not to see it.
"Your speech is very wise, Madam Nagy." Felix bowed slightly.
Several of the judges agreed one after another, and they returned to the judges' seats, ready to give the score.
Felix left the high platform and smiled at Kakarov — he didn't look very happy.
"Ahem!
Silence! "Bagman said loudly, and the crowd in the stands gradually quieted down." Next is the judges' score. In order to let the warriors remember more than one score, each judge will give some pertinent comments. "
"But please allow me to review the whole game first.
Many people may not be able to see the whole picture, after all, there are too many wonderful scenes for the eyes to take care of … I will describe the order of the dragon eggs. "
"The first team I want to talk about is the warriors from Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory, Roger Davis, and Collins Foley. They picked up the dragon eggs in the shortest time possible, and defeated the fire dragon without suffering any injuries.
The second team to get the dragon eggs was the warriors from Vaguardo, Nona Leibert used a wonderful cheetah transformation to bring the dragon eggs out. Of course, their strategy was a bit radical, causing one of their team members to be trapped by the fire dragon, and the safety officer to intervene in the game, which may be a minus point.
Even so, they still gave us a good match.
The third team to get the dragon eggs was also from Hogwarts. They were the youngest, still in the fourth grade, but their performance was very outstanding. They were the only two teams to get the dragon eggs and successfully escape from the fire dragon.
The fourth team to get the dragon eggs was Durmstrang, although they only managed to grab some fragments.
The fifth team to get the dragon eggs was Boothbottom, Miss Dracul's courage was extraordinary, and at the last moment, she threw the dragon eggs to her teammates, but got herself into trouble and had to rely on the safety officer's protection.
The last team was Evamoni, well, although they didn't get the dragon eggs, it was a matter of strategy. Their compound magic was still very eye-catching … "
Bagman gave a general introduction of the performance of the six teams, letting the audience think about it again in their minds, and they were talking about it.
At this time, the warriors below the stage came back one after another. After waiting for a while, he said loudly, "So, let's invite the judges to give the first team a score!"
Harry squinted at the judges' table. The first judge, Madam Maxim, raised her wand, and a long, ribbon-like thing emerged from the tip of the wand, twisting to form the number "10".
Madam Maxim commented, "The Hogwarts team fully demonstrated the qualities that warriors must have — courage, wisdom, loyalty, and trust. Just this alone, their performance was impeccable. I give them ten points."
Her fair speech won her a round of applause.
"Maybe they will get a full score."
Ron clapped and said. The sixth judge gave ten points again. "I hope we don't fall too far behind. Logically speaking, our performance was not bad, right?"
Harry nodded vigorously while looking at the last judge, Kakarov, who slowly raised his wand, the silver ribbon twisting to form the number "7".
Everyone present was a little dazed, and they couldn't believe their eyes.
They were all ready to welcome the first team to get a full score, but now it had all turned into bubbles. The number "7" was so glaring.
"Kakarov …" On the stage, Bagman looked at him hesitantly.
Kakarov said in his unique, smooth, greasy voice, "You saw courage, but I saw recklessness. They didn't need to knock the dragon out at all. That would have brought potential danger …"
But before he could finish, someone in the crowd shouted. "Nonsense!"
Seamus shouted. Kakarov looked at him coldly, but Seamus bravely looked him in the eyes and shouted at the top of his voice, "Everyone knows what happened. That was the best choice at that time!"
A chorus of assent echoed him.
"I stand by my opinion," Kakarov said.
"Well," Bagman snorted twice. "Each judge has the right to give their own score … In this way, the Hogwarts team has a total score of 67 points and is temporarily in first place. I believe it will be difficult for the latecomers to catch up, but it's hard to say … Let's continue …"
…
In the end, Harry and the others got 61 points and were in second place. Ludo Bagman enthusiastically praised the youngest warriors and gave them full marks without hesitation.
The Warriors of Wagadu got 53 points and were in third place. Durmstrang got 50 points and was in fourth place. Boosbottom got 48 points and was in fifth place. Ivamoni got 23 points.
What was more controversial was the ranking of Durmstrang and Boosbottom. No one expected that when the judges gave six and seven points, Kakarov would shamelessly raise ten points, which caused an uproar.
Although Bagman gave Harry's team ten points, it was under the condition that everyone had a base of nine points. Although it was abrupt, it was not a big problem. It only showed that Bagman had a special preference for the young and controversial Warriors, and Kakarov's approach was blatantly cheating.
After the scoring, the Warriors and the judges gathered again in the temporary tent, waiting to receive information about the second event.
Felix was ready to leave, but Bagman enthusiastically stopped him. "Don't be in a hurry to leave, Felix. I have something to discuss with you …"
The sound of footsteps outside kept passing by, and the sound of discussion was incessant. Harry sat on the side, bored and in a daze. After escaping from the Fire Dragon's foot, he was now very lazy.
"… That biased old man, he gave his own school's Warriors ten points, ten points!
Ha, don't they have to compensate for the broken dragon eggs? "
"If I were him, I would be so ashamed that I wouldn't dare to show my face!"
The sound of a fierce conversation came from outside. Harry raised his head and blinked twice. He recognized the two voices. They were Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas.
He didn't know if his two roommates were deliberately fighting for justice, because Kakarov only gave their team six points.
In the tent, Kakarov's face was green, but he endured the strange gazes and didn't say a word.
Felix smacked his lips. "Although it's normal for the headmaster to favor his own Warriors, it's still rare for him to 'favor' his Warriors to this extent … Perhaps the scoring rules should be made more transparent."
"We will seriously consider it," Bagman immediately said.
Ten minutes later, the sound of footsteps outside became sparse. The head of the Ministry of Magic, Connelly Fogy, stood up and touched his belly. The gemstone ring on his thick finger was shiny.
He said enthusiastically, "I would like to congratulate all the Warriors. Congratulations on successfully passing the first round. I noticed that some teams didn't do well, but there are still chances … I will introduce the second project. Originally, Barty was supposed to come, but he took a long leave. Perhaps he was too tired, working on two big projects in a row. I had to postpone the meeting with the head of the Austrian Ministry of Magic …"
No one was interested in his boring work log, but he still talked for ten minutes, from the weird mouth of the head of the Austrian Ministry of Magic to the crucible teapot of the head of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association. He seemed to want to add a little humor to his speech, but it was obvious that he couldn't.
"Kingsley!" he shouted.
A tall, dark-skinned man walked in from outside the tent, holding two golden eggs, one in each hand.
"The second project will be held on the morning of February 24th next year. Before that, you can have a good rest," Fogy said, "The golden eggs in your hands are the clues for the second project. Do you see the gaps?
They can be opened, but you need to decipher the messages left behind. To be honest, I'm not sure if I'll still come for the second project. Maybe Barty will have recovered by then, but I might also come to join in the fun. Being with the best wizards in the world makes me feel younger … "
He waved his hand, and Kingsley controlled the two golden eggs to fly to the Warriors of Durmstrang and Evarmune.
When Krum and Biles received the golden eggs, their expressions were somewhat ashamed.
Among the six teams, they were the only ones who didn't protect the dragon eggs well.
"Ludo, I'll leave the rest to you."
Fogy said to Bagman. He then nodded to the others. "Sorry, there are too many things to do in the department. I'll be leaving first."
After the others left, Ludo Bagman finally had time to talk to Felix alone. He pulled a chair over and sat next to Felix's armchair.
"There are two things related to you," he said impatiently.
He couldn't wait to say, "The first matter involves a unique spell of yours. I want to ask about its effects. It might be used in the second project … The second matter is about your Future World company."
Felix was stunned and looked at him with a questioning gaze. "Have you talked to Remus?
He's in charge of the company now. "
"I have." Bagman's expression was a little sad. "But he said he can't make the decision. I can only come to you …"
"Do you want me to donate a sum of money?"
"Oh, no, of course not. I heard that Remus is organizing people to develop projection technology?
You know that Barty has asked for leave. Now, the burden is on me alone. In order to make the game more exciting, we have to make some brave innovations.
That's part of courage, don't you think? "
Felix thought quickly.
He knew about the projection technology, and he was the one who arranged it. The inspiration came from the panoramic telescope of the Quidditch World Cup. The gadget used an interesting spell that could temporarily store pictures.
Felix's request for the future world's research team was to make something similar by imitating the functions of a TV set.
He mentioned the concepts of signal towers and extensions. Also, with the magic radio as a reference, the progress was not slow, but he didn't have the time to ask about the specific step yet.
"Don't be in a hurry to turn it down." Seeing that Felix was deep in thought, Bagman couldn't help but say, "This will be an excellent advertisement. Also, the department has promised to pay a rent. Of course … I can't buy it. The budget under my control is limited."
"If it's a normal business deal, I don't know why Remus would turn it down," said Felix slowly.
"Cough, cough. He thinks that I'm a blabbermouth who keeps the progress of the research a secret …" Bagman turned his head away in embarrassment.
"Fine. I'll ask for you."
"Then, the first thing …?" Bagman explained in detail.
After a moment of consideration —
"I think such a game is interesting enough," said Felix with his arms crossed, his eyes glittering.